White Wife in Heat

By Bobbi Love

Beth Andrews has never felt like this before. It seems that all the beautiful blonde housewife can think about is sex. Sex, sex, sex!

Little does Beth know that her husband, Paul, has been secretly slipping her a new designer drug called INSTA* HEAT. So while Paul plows away at his drab office, Beth is forced to scratch an itch which never goes away.

Things heat up even more when JT, the condominium’s janitor, stops by. First the large black janitor gets an eyeful of the fertile white wife. Then he gets a whole lot more!

Is Beth finally satisfied?

Not even close.

Fortunately, one of Paul's co-workers finds out about Beth's 'condition' and is more than willing to help Beth out in her time of need. Big, black, and very crafty --Tyrone uses the opportunity to 'help' Beth while showing Paul how a real man takes care of a needy wife.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bobbi Love
• Release date: Jul 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370345021

Bobbi Love

Hi, I'm Bobbi Love. Obviously, this is not my real name. This is only my fake name. Hm, what else? Well, I'm from Texas. I was born in 1985. I've always had a very dirty imagination, I suppose. I wrote my first "novel" when I was eleven years-old. (It was about a group of mermaids who started an all-girl band, ha ha.) But after that I sort of stopped writing. Then I went to an all-girl college in Texas. Now I'm married to one of the best guys in the world. Unfortunately, he has no idea what a dirty, depraved, messed-up woman he has on his hands. Ha ha. Well, I hope you guys enjoy my stories. Please feel free to leave comments, or suggestions, or reviews or whatever. KK, thx!

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White Wife in Heat

Interracial/Cuckold Erotica

Copyright 2017 Bobbi Love

Published by Bobbi Love at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

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Part One

Beth Andrews was just getting out of the shower when the doorbell rang.

Ding-dong!

Dern it! Beth said because she rarely cursed.

Luckily, her clothes were already laid out on the bed.

It was nothing special: just a matching purple bra and panty set she'd recently bought at Victoria's Secret with the gift card her mother had given her for her birthday. The thong had white lace trim and perfectly accentuated the roundness of her derriere. The bra had just enough support to really push out her breasts, which were full-sized, tan-skinned, with quarter-sized areolas still pink and hard from the shower.

(The detachable shower nozzle, Beth often mused, was the greatest invention of Western society. At least for a woman it was. Especially on days like today when she felt like she was going into heat like some animal.)

Ding-dong!

Are you serious? Beth said, already feeling her post-orgasmic glow start to fade. Just give me a second!

Vexed, she tossed her thick, curly hair over her shoulder. Wisps of blonde bangs were held off her face by a bandanna sweatband tied around her forehead, but she made a reflexive swipe at them too.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

That was when Beth realized she'd forgotten to pick out a pair of shorts. There was just a small lace tee with a scalloped hem which she hastily threw over her head and started for the door which wouldn't stop its incessant ringing.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Okay, okay! she said to the person on the other side of the door. It had to either be Elizabeth, her sister —who had a nasty penchant for stopping by unannounced. Or it was Paul, her husband —who was always forgetting his house key. Nobody else would just be stopping by like this in the middle of the day.

Ding-dong!

Hold your dang horses! Beth said, throwing open the door.

Her jaw hit the floor when she saw who it was.

Oh, hello there Ms. Andrews! he said, a big grin already spreading across his dark and devilish face. I hope that I didn't catch you at a bad time.

For a moment Beth Andrews was speechless.

It was JT, the janitor and handyman employed by their condominium.

Normally Beth would see JT pushing a lawn mower, or sweeping up around the industrial bins, or replacing dead light bulbs in the outside corridor. Until now JT had always seemed like a 'rough character.' But the janitor had never done anything to suggest that he was interested in Beth more than he was interested in the condo's eighty or so other residents, which were mostly young professionals.

That said, it was still pretty weird now to see the black man so close, towering over Beth's underdressed body in a way that was far too intimate for Beth's taste.

Immediately she started to tug at the end of her tee, which was unfortunately too